The Malignant One

Faded scars and liquid lungs he travels this realm with three forked tongues. Hidden behind a smile and a shade of grey are all the dreams that he's taken away. He conceals his malice until he grips your soul, he let's you feel his hate, before he takes it for his own.
He needs us but he hates, He's a man without a face. He's sacrificed to claim his place in the black denied space at the back of your mind, he waits and waits.